She's the pompous
Thunderstorm,
Hauling high
In the sky.
I'm just a meek
Rustle of a leaf,
Lying by
A creek.
How should I conjure
Her mighty attention?
I'm just a muggle,
Knowing no incantations.
I can only beseech
For a sign from her.
Maybe; a glance.
A smile. That can
Ward off this
Dreary longing and
Spread a steady
Gleam on my face.